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ILLUSTRATED. 


NEW YORK: 

JAMES MILLER, PUBLISHER, 

779 Broadway. 


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Copyright 

1877 

By James Miller. 



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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 


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A gallant steed with a rider tall, 

. 61 

All good boys must every day, 

25 

At the close of every day. 

. 17 

Away to the wild wood, 

53 

A happy life doth the courier lead, 

. 89 

A sword and a gun, .... 

92 

Cherries are ripe, .... 

. 15 

Come here, little puppy, and cease those cries. 

49 

Cuckoo has dropped down dead, 

. 24 

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, 

31 

Fishermen show their patience good, . 

. 73 

Ha, ha, he, ..... 

90 

Here, in these rosy bowers. 

. 41 

Hey diddle diddle, .... 

79 

I would not be an eagle fierce, . 

. 56 

I like little pussy, her coat is so warm, 

29 

I must not tease my mother, 

. 37 

I remember, I remember. 

39 

In a wood where beasts can talk. 

. 75 

Lord, thine eye is closed never, 

59 

Little Jack comes gaily running. 

. 36 

Lord, make me a clean heart within, 

. . 22 

Love thy mother, little one, 

. 20 

Look at me with thy large brown eyes, 

44 


PAGE 

My comrade there, who’s wounded, . . .66 

My darling, hold your head quite still, ... 85 

My name’s little Joe, . . . . . .65 

No creature on the earth, . ... .35 

Now, good night, lay thy head, . . . .32 

O, my mother, I would be, ..... 9 

Old winter in his coat so white, . . . .86 

One, two, three, ...... 43 

Ring, round ring, . . . . . .33 

Rock the cradle, ...... 83 

Roll on, roll on, you restless waves, . . . .71 

Sleep, dolly, sleep, ...... 26 

Stork, stork, long legs, . . . . . .64 

Suppose my little lady, . . . . . 57 

Sweet bird, why take you so early a flight ? . . .18 

Thank you, pretty cow, that made, .... 27 

The boy climbed up in the tree so high, . . .28 

The clock has struck, the school is up, ... 94 

The hen sometimes comes out and does, . . .81 

The little robin grieves, . . . . „ 77 

The owl he hath an earnest look, . . . .14 

The sea ! the sea ! the open sea, .... 51 

The snail, see, has a house, . . .23 

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, . . . . .68 

Where did you come from, baby dear ? . . .11 

Where is my little basket gone ? . . . .47 

Who’s the darling little girl, .... 10 


INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 




All around is darksome night, . 

PAGE 

. 69 

A little boy got out of bed, . 

31 

A baby was sleeping, .... 

. 81 

Brother Jacob, sleeping now, 

37 

Bow and arrow bearing, .... 

. 25 

Christ is of Christmas gifts, . 

19 

Come, come, Mr. Peacock, you must, . 

. 21 

Dear neighbor, lend me, 

63 

Do, dear aunt, do come and see. 

. 41 

Down, down the hill, how swift I go, 

81 

From the angel’s dwelling, 

. 89 

For my dumpling I’ve got, . 

84 

Go not down that distant walk, . 

. 83 

George had a large and noble dog, . 

61 

Get up, dear children, see the sun. 

. 76 

High the feathered warblers fly, 

. . 48 

Heaven bless my little Jessie, . 

. 26 

How doth the little busy bee. 

91 

I would not for a thousand pounds, 

. 79 

I am thinking night and day, 

80 

In the summer night, .... 

. 87 

Jog on, jog on the footlipath way, . 

54 

Little puss, come here to me, . 

. 65 

Listen to the kitchen clock, . 

28 

Little bird, little bird, come to me, 

. 11 


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Mary had a little lamb, ..... 49 

Mary had a pretty bird, . . . . . .43 

Me wants a piece of cal’co, . . . . .35 

Mrs. Goose, it is such pleasant weather, . . .13 

My grandmother lives on a farm, . . 67 

Oh, where is the boy dressed in jacket of gray, . . 39 

Only think, a little boy one day, .... 73 

Quack, quack, quack, . . . . . .58 

Sporting on the village green, .... 77 

See how the laboring honey-bee, . . . .79 

Sleep, baby, sleep, ...... 45 

Snail, put your horns out quick, I say, . . . .51 

Swing away, ...... 23 

Two boots have I, dear girl, . . . . .30 

The broom, boys, the broom, boys, .... 51 

The rider is riding, . . . . . .52 

The lambkin in pastures green, . . . .15 

The finest cloth a man can sell, . . . . .14 

The toy -man comes from Germany, .... 92 

When good children go to sleep, . . . .20 

Who’s the darling little girl, .... 7 

With the dawn awakening, . . . . .44 

Why is Sarah standing there, .... 53 

What would you like, . . . . . .8 

When evening is come, and father is home, . . 17 

When little Ned was sent to bed, . . .60 

Who am I that, ...... 9 

Why is the horse, . . . . . .82 

Yon butterfly whose airy form, .... 55 

Your heart is beating every day, . . . .33 


Home Songs 

FOR 

LITTLE PEOPLE. 


MOTHER AND FATHER. 

MY mother, I would be 
Kind and gentle unto 
thee ; 

Never may I wound that 
breast 

Which fed and pillowed 
me to rest. 

Father, I would be to you 
Always faithful, kind, and true; 

And would honor and would love 
My parents next to God above. 

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THE DARLING LITTLE GIRL. 



HO’S the darling little girl 
Everybody loves to see? 
She it is whose sunny face 
Is as sweet as sweet can 
be. 


Who’s the darling little girl 
Everybody loves to hear ? 

She it is whose pleasant voice 
Falls like music on the ear. 


Who’s the darling little girl 
Everybody loves to know ? 

She it is whose acts and thoughts 

All are pure as whitest snow. 

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THE BABY. 

WHERE did you come from, baby dear ? 
Out of the everywhere into the here. 

Where did you get your eyes so blue? 
Out of the sky as I came through. 

What makes the light in them sparkle 
and spin ? 

Some of the starry spikes left in. 

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Where did you get that little tear? 
I found it waiting when I got here. 


What makes your forehead so smooth and 
high ? 

A soft hand stroked it as I went by. 

What makes your cheek like a warm 
white rose ? 

Something better than any one knows. 

Whence that three-cornered smile of 
bliss ? 

Three angels gave me at once a kiss. 

Where did you get that pearly ear ? 

God spake, and it came out to hear. 

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Where did you get those arms and hands ? 
Love made itself into hooks and bands. 


Feet, whence did you come, you darling 
things ? 

From the same box as the cherub’s wings. 

How did they all just come to be you? 
God thought about me, and so I grew. 

And how did you come to us, you dear ? 
God thought of you , and so I am here. 


George Macdonald. 


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THE OWL. 


THE Owl he hath an earnest look, 

He studieth much I fear ; 

For he never leaveth his hollow tree 
Till the dark night draws near. 

In darkest night he opes his eyes, 

But nought by day can see ; 

So all the birds, tho’ they know him wise, 
Dislike his company. 

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CHERRIES ARE RIPE. 

CHERRIES are ripe, 
Cherries are ripe, 

0 give the baby one ; 
Cherries are ripe, 

Cherries are ripe, 

But baby shall have none : 

15 


Babies are too young to choose, 
Cherries are too sour to use ; 

But by and by 
Made in a pie, 

No one will them refuse. 

Up in the tree 
Robin I see, 

Picking one by one ; 

Shaking his bill, 

Getting his fill. 

Down his throat they run; 
Robins want no cherry pie ; 
Quick they eat, and off they fly 
My little child, 

Patient and mild, 

Surely will not cry. 

Hastings’ “Nursery Songs.” 

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EVENING HYMN. 


AT the close of every day, 

Lord, to thee I kneel and pray, 
Look upon thy little child ; 

Look in love and mercy mild. 

Oh, forgive and wash away 
All my naughtiness this day: 

And, both when I sleep and wake, 

Bless me for my Saviour’s sake. 

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THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE BIRD 


LITTLE GIRL. 



jlWEET Bird, why take you so 
early a flight, 

Carolling thus in the sun’s first light ? 


BIRD. 

“ I sing God’s praise for life renew’d, 
And thus I show my gratitude. 

Always has this sweet taste been mine ; 
Is it not, little Girl, also thine ?” 


And ever so loud in the air sang he, 

And ever so glad on the earth went she ; 
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Ilis wing was strong, her heart was light 
In the lovely morn with its sun so bright 
And God in heaven deign’d to bless 
Their offering of thankfulness. 



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CHILD AND MOTHER. 


OVE thy mother, little one ! 
Kiss and clasp her neck again ! 
Hereafter she may have a son. 
Will kiss and clasp her neck 
in vain. 

Love thy mother, little one! 

Gaze upon her living eyes, 

And mirror back her love for thee ! 
Hereafter thou may’st shudder sighs 
To meet them when they cannot see. 
Gaze upon her living eyes ! 

Press her lips, the while they glow 
With love that they have often told ! 
Hereafter thou may’st press in woe, 
And kiss them till thine own are cold. 
Press her lips, the while they 
glow ! 

Thomas Hood. 

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A PRAYER FOR A PURE HEART. 



Close my soul’s door ’gainst every sin ; 
Drive all things evil from my breast, 
Let no ill spirit in me rest. 


ii. 

To Thee my gate I open wide, 

O come, and with me, Lord, abide ! 

All wickedness far from me chase, 

And make my heart Thy dwelling-place. 

HI. 

And grant me, Lord, through faith, to see 
The bliss of heaven prepared for me ; 
That I forever may be Thine, 

Hear, gracious God, this prayer of mine ! 

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WHAT A CHILD HAS. 


HE Snail, see, has a house : 

A fur coat has the Mouse : 
The Sparrow has its feathers 
brown ; 

The Butterfly its wings of down. 

Now tell me, darling, what have you ? 
“ I have clothes, and on each foot a shoe ; 
Father and mother, life and glee, 

So good has God been unto me.” 



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THE CUCKOO AND THE NIGHTINGALE. 


CUCKOO has dropt down dead, 
From the hollow willow tree ; 
Who shall the summer hours beguile 
With pleasant minstrelsy ? 


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II. 


To the slender twig in the thicket green, 
Dame Nightingale shall come ; 

And merrily will she hop and sing, 
When other birds are dumb. 


A BOY’S DUTY. 


ll good boys must every day 
What their teacher says obey, 
Pray and sing, and read and 
write — 

These make heart and spirit light ; 
And, with the grace of God, each can 
Thus become a worthy man. 



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THE DOLL’S CRADLE SONG. 



LE E P, Dolly, sleep, 

You have time for a nap, 

Need not either read or write, 

May remain both day and night 

In your night gown and your cap, 


ii. 

That you may have a quiet sleep, 

I’ll sing to you about Bo-peep ; 

And then I’ll tell you of Goosey-gander, 
Who with Wiggle-waggle loves to wander 



THE COW. 

THANK you, pretty cow, that made 
Pleasant milk to soak my bread, 
Every day and every night, 

Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white. 

Do not chew the hemlock rank 
Growing on the weedy bank, 

But the yellow cowslips eat; 

They will make it very sweet. 


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THE BOY AND THE BIRD’S NEST. 



HE boy climb’d up in the tree 
so high — 

Who could go higher ? In truth 
not I. 

Bravely he strides 
Over branch and bough ; 

Softly he slides 
To the bird’s nest now. 


I have it ! Ha !” 

The bough breaks — ah ! 
He tumbles down 
And cracks his crown. 


28 



KINDNESS TO ANIMALS. 

I LIKE little pussy, her coat is so warm. 
And if I don’t hurt her, she’ll do me n~ 
harm: 


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So I’ll not pull her tail, nor drive her 
away, 

But pussy and I very gently will play : 

She shall sit by my side, and I’ll give 
her some food ; 

And she’ll love me, because I am gentle 
and good. 

I’ll pat little pussy, and then she will 
purr, 

And thus show her thanks for my kind- 
ness to her ; 

I’ll not pinch her ears, nor tread on her 
paw, 

Lest I should provoke her to use her 
sharp claw ; 

I never will vex her, nor make her dis- 
pleased, 

For pussy don’t like to be worried and 
teased. 


Taylor. 

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EVENING PRAYERS. 

ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, 

0 hear, great God, the words I say : 
Preserve, I pray, my parents dear, 

In health and strength for many a year ; 
And still, 0 Lord, to me impart 
A gentle and a grateful heart, 

That after my last sleep, I may 
Awake to thy eternal day. 


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GOOD NIGHT. 



OW good night ! lay thy head 
On its pillow of roses, 

And sweet smelling posies, 
And lie down in bed ; 

If God pleases, with the day 
Thou shalt rise again and play. 


Now good night ! O’er thy sleep 
Holy angels, filled with love. 
Bringing visions from above, 
Their calm watch shall keep ; 

Thou shalt dream of joys divine. 
Slumber sweetly, baby mine. 

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ROUND RING. 


Ring, round ring, 

The children sing. 

Under the holly bush, 

All cry out, Hush ! hush ! hush ! 

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Hear our call, 

Sit down all. 

There sat in a ring a lady tall, 

And round her seven children small. 
What like they to eat ? 

Fish so fine. 

What to drink ? Neat 
Currant wine. 

Hear our call, 

Sit down all. 



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LAUS DEO. 



All in 
Unite 


O creature on the earth 
Is scorned by God above , 
All owe to Him their birth, 
To all He shows His love. 
Not man alone 
His care doth own ; 

The bird sweetly singing, 
The fish swiftly springing, 
The honey-bee 
The mouse so wee, 
their own appointed ways, 
to hymn their Maker’s praise. 


35 


FOR BOYS AT PLAY. 


ittle Jack comes gaily running 
» From the merry land of funning; 
To our neighbor's house retreats, 
From the pot the honey eats ; 
Leaves the spoon within it sticking, 
Who will give the spoon a licking ? 
Who, boys, who ? 


ii. 

We a wager bold will lay, 

Of three chains of gold so gay, 
And of wine a measure small, 
That it will be, of us all, 

You, Jack, you. 


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MY MOTHER. 


I MUST not tease my mother, 
For she is very kind, 

And everything she says to me 
I must directly mind ; 

For when I was a baby, 

And could not speak or walk, 
She let me in her bosom sleep, 
And taught me how to talk. 

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I must not tease my mother ; 

And when she likes to read, 

Or has the headache, I will step 
Most silently indeed. 

I will not choose a noisy play, 
Nor trifling troubles tell, 

But sit down quiet by her side, 
And try to make her well. 

I must not tease my mother; 

I’ve heard dear father say, 
When I was in my cradle sick, 
She nursed me night and day. 
She lays me in my little bed, 

She gives me clothes and food. 
And I have nothing else to pay 
But trying to be good. 

Mrs. L. H. Sigourn 

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I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. 

REMEMBER, I remember 

The house where I was born, 

The little window where the sun 

Came peeping in at morn ; 

He never came a wink too soon, 

Nor brought too long a day. 

But now, I often wish the night 

Had borne my breath away! 

3 !) 



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I remember, I remember 
The roses, red and white, 

The violets, and the lily-cups, 

Those flowers made of light ! 

The lilacs where the robin built 
And where my brother set 
The laburnum on his birth-day, — 
The tree is living yet ! 

I remember, I remember 

Where I was used to swing, 

And thought the air must rush as fresh 
To swallows on the wing ; 

My spirit flew in feathers then, 

That is so heavy now, 

And summer pools could hardly cool 
The fever on my brow ! 


40 




THE BIRD’S FUNERAL. 


ERE, in these rosy bowers, 
Sleep, little bird! We crave 
A spot beneath the flowers 
To dig thy early grave. 


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11 . 

So charming was thy singing ! 

Thou wast to us so dear ; 

Thy voice hath ceased its ringing, 
And we are weeping here. 

in. 

Sweet June waked all her roses 
Thy thrilling notes to hear ; 

And now with mourning posies 
We strew thy silent bier. 



42 


THE VIEW IN THE MILL. 



NE — TWO THREE 

Merry boys are we. 

Clipper, clapper, peppercorn, 
The miller’s wife is all forlorn ; 
Nowhere is she to be found, 

I think she has vanished from off the 
ground. 


Look at the mill now, what do you see ? 
The mice from the window peep at me ; 
The stork is stirring the soup with a spoon ; 
The cat is sweeping the floor with abroom ; 
To carry the dust the rat is come ; 

The dog sits up and beats the drum. 

A little man sits the eaves beneath, 

And nearly has laughed himself to death. 


PHILIP, MY KING. 


OOK at me with thy large, 
brown eyes, 

Philip, my king ! 

For round thee the purple 
shadow lies 

Of babyhood’s regal dignities. 

Lay on my neck thy tiny hand 

With Love’s invisible scepter laden ; 
I am thine Esther, to command 

Till thou slialt find thy queen hand- 
maiden, 

Philip, my king ! 

Oh the day when thou goest a-wooing, 
Philip, my king ! 

When those beautiful lips are suing, 
And, some gentle heart’s bars undoing, 

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“PHILIP, MY KING!” 






Thou dost enter, love crowned, and there 
Sittest all glorified ! — rule kindly, 

Tenderly, over thy kingdom fair : 

For we that love, ah ! we love so 
blindly, 

Philip, my king. 

I gaze from thy sweet mouth up to thy 
brow, 

Philip, my king ! 

Aye, there lies the spirit, all sleeping now, 

That may rise like a giant and make men 
bow 

As to one God-throned amidst his peers. 
My Saul, than thy brethren higher and 
fairer, 

Let me behold thee in coming years ! 
Yet thy head needeth a circlet fairer, 

Philip, my king ! 


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KITTY IN THE BASKET. 

HERE is my little basket 
gone ? ” 

Said Charlie boy one day; 
“I guess some little boy or girl 
Has taken it away. 

“ And Kitty too, I can’t find her. 

0 dear, what shall I do ? 

I wish I could my basket find, 

And little Kitty too. 



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“ I’ll go to mother’s room and look ; 

Perhaps she may be there, 

For Kitty loves to take a nap 
In mother’s easy-chair. 

“Oh, mother! mother ! come and look ! 

See what a little heap ! 

My Kitty’s in the basket here, 

All cuddled down to sleep.” 

He took the basket carefully, 

And brought it in a minute, 

And showed it to his mother dear, 
With little Kitty in it. 



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AND NOW I WILL TELL, YOUR ATTENTION TO JOG, 
WHAT A LITTLE BOY SAID TO HIS LITTLE DOG. 



BOY. 


OME here, little Puppy, and cease 
those cries, 

? Tis time to begin your exercise. 

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PUPPY. 


O, master, I am but a little Pup, 

I can learn much better when I am grown 


BOY. 

No, Puppy, ’tis best to begin, d’ye see, 
For the longer you wait, the harder ’twill be. 

The puppy soon learnt. ’Twas a pleasant 
sight, 

To see him both sit and stand upright ; 
Then into the water he learnt to spring, 
And back to his master a stick to bring. 

The little boy saw what the puppy could do 
So he worked hard, and was clever too. 


50 



THE sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! 

The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! 
Without a mark, without a bound, 

It runneth the earth’s wide regions round, 

51 


It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the 
skies ; 

Or like a cradled creature lies. 

I’m on the sea ! I’m on the sea, 

I am where I would ever be ; 

With the blue above, and the blue below, 
And silence wheresoe’er I go ; 

If a storm should come and awake the 
deep, 

What matter ? I shall ride and sleep. 

I love, oh, how I love to ride 
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, 
When every mad wave drowns the moon, 
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, 
And tells how goeth the world below, 
And why the sou’ west blasts do blow. 


B. COUNWALL. 

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THE DISCOVERY. 


WAY to the wild wood 
Alone we went, 
And nought to seek for 
Was our intent. 

saw 'mid its shadows 
A flower rare — 

No star more gleaming. 
No eye more fair. 

We thought to pluck it, 
Then softly it said, 

“ Must I be broken 
And withered V 



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Its roots far spreading 
We raised with care, 
And home we brought it. 
That flower rare. 

In our quiet garden 
We found it room ; 
Where now it groweth 
In beauteous bloom. 



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11 I would £»p a Lark. and mount front the daisy-spaneied sod.” P. 115 


55 





COME HERE, MY JESSIE ! TELL TO ME, 

WHAT KIND OF BIRD YOU’D CHOOSE TO BE 



would not be an eagle fierce, 
With nest upon a rock, 
Stealing the harmless little lambs 
From the poor shepherd’s flock 


I would not be a moping owl, 
Snoozing in bed all day, 

And pouncing on the mice at night, 
When they come out to play. 


No — I would be a lark, and mount 
From the daisy-spangled sod. 

With twinkling wings to Heaven’s gate, 
Singing the praise of God. 

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SUPPOSE. 

SUPPOSE, my little lady, 

Your doll should break her head, 
Could you make it whole by crying 
Till your eyes and nose are red '■ 


And wouldn’t it be pleasanter 
To take it as a joke, 

And say, you’re glad ’twas Dolly’s, 
And not your head that broke ? 

Suppose you’re dressed for walking, 
And the rain comes pouring down, 
Will it clear off any sooner 
Because you scold and frown ? 

And wouldn’t it be nicer 
For you to smile than pout, 

And so make sunshine in the house 
When there is none without ? 



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AN EVENING PRAYER. 



ORD, thine eye is closed never, 
When night casts o’er earth her 
hood, 

Thou remainest wakeful ever, 

And art like the shepherd good, 
Who, through every darksome hour, 
Tends his flock with watchful power 


Grant, O Lord, that we, thy sheep 
May this night in safety sleep ; 

And when we again awake, 

Give us strength our cross to take, 

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And to order all our ways 
To Thine honor and Thy praise. 

hi. 

Or if Thou hast willed that I 
Must before the morning die, 
Into Thy hands to the end, 

Soul and body I commend. 

4men. 



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COME HITHER AND LISTEN, I’LL TELL YOU A TALE 
OF A HORSEMAN WHO RIDES OVER MOUNTAIN AND VALE. 



I. 


gallant steed, with a rider tall, 
Halted beneath a castle wall ; 
To the window did the lady come 
And said, “ my lord is not at home. 


ii. 


“ Here there is none to welcome you 
Save me alone, with my children two 
The horseman cried from out the wood, 

* Are your children gentle ? Are they good V 


hi. 

The Lady said, with a heavy sigh, 

“ Ah, no such happiness have I ! 

oi 


My children follow evil ways, 

And heed not what their mother says.” 

TV 

Then spoke the horseman — frowning too — 
4 They shall their naughty conduct rue ; 

4 1 may not with such children stay, 

4 Who their kind parents disobey. 

v. 

4 Nor can 1 give them toys or rings, 

4 Nor make them glad with pretty things ; 
4 Such gifts I keep for children who 
4 Are good, and what they’re bidden do.’ 

VI. 

So spoke the horseman in his wrath, 

And spurr’d his horse along the path ; 
And the gallant steed with his rider tall 

Passed far away from the castle wall. 

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TFE STORK 



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THE STORK. 



TORK, Stork, long legs. 
What are you about ? 
Stork, Stork, long beak, 
With your forky snout. 

Shall we hurt your feelings, pray. 
Laughing at your stockings gay 1 
There you are, among the rushes, 
Watching sharp to catch the fishes. 
Why last night did you not bring 
A baby underneath your wing ? 

If you had left it in the yard, 

We had there kept watch and ward ; 
If you had left it on the stair, 

We had rocked its cradle there. 

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But since you have nothing brought, 
Mind what you’re about ; 

Stork, Stork, long beak, 

With your forky snout. 


NOW, MY DEARS, 1 5 D HAVE YOU KNOW. 
WHAT WAS SAID BY LITTLE JOE. 



name’s little Joe, 
Very little I know. 
Mother, to me a story tell, 
And I will try to learn it well. 
So when I’m asked another day, 
I may then with courage say, — 
“ My name’s little Joe, 
A fine story I know.” 



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THE DOG OF THE REGIMENT. 



Y comrade there who’s wounded, 
Was good as good could be ; 
He, when the trumpet sounded, 
Where peril most abounded, 

Kept step, and marched with me. 


There came a bullet flying, — 
Must he or I be slain ? 

It struck him — there he’s lying, 
Close by my feet he’s dying, 
Upon the blood-stain’d plain. 


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Our lot that ball did sever ; 

Henceforth, where’er I be. 
My eye can see him never, 
And so farewell forever, 

My comrade brave, to thee. 



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LITTLE STAR. 



WINKLE, twin- 
kle, little star ; 
How I wonder 
. what you are ! 
Up above the 
world so high, 
Like a diamond 
in the sky. 


When the glorious sun is set, 
When the grass with dew is wet, 
Then you show your little light, 

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. 

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In the dark blue sky you keep, 
And often through my curtains peep ; 
For you never shut your eye 
Till the sun is in the sky. 

As your bright and tiny spark 
Lights the traveler in the dark, 
Though I know not what you are, 
Twinkle, twinkle, little star. 


LULLABY. 

LULLABY, baby ! go to sleep ; 

Eyes — 0, how naughty, still to peep ! 

Lullaby, baby ! eyes shut tight ; 
Little mouth open ; so good-night ! 

Thos. Hood. 

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THE WAVES. 

ROLL on, roll on, you restless waves, 
That toss about and roar ; 

Why do you all run back again 
When you have reached the shore ? 

Roll on, roll on, you noisy waves, 

Roll higher up the strand ; 

How is it that you cannot pass 
That line of yellow sand ? 


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Make haste, or else the tide will turn ; 

Make haste, you noisy sea ; 

Roll quite across the bank, and then 
Far on across the lea. 

“ We must not dare,” the waves reply : 

“ That line of yellow sand 
Is laid along the shore to bound 
The waters and the land ; 

“ And all should keep to time and 
place, 

And all should keep to rule, 

Both waves upon the sandy shore, 

And little boys at 8011001 .” 



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THE FISHERMEN. 


jshermen show their patience 
good, 

Afloat or on the strand, 
Whether they sail on the clear 
bright flood, 

Or wade in the mud and sand. 


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Dripping they come from the running 
brook, 

The breeze their garments dries ; 
The sea tempts them — and their baited 
hook 

Tempts that which in it lies. 

What’s that ? — Hush ! 

A hare in a bush 1 
No, no. Well ! 

A snail in a shell ? 

No — I guess 
A silver fish. Yes. 



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A SPORTSMAN’S FUNNY TALE. 

i. 

IN a wood where beasts can talk, 

I went out to take a walk. 

A rabbit, sitting in a bush, 

Peeped at me, and then cried, Hush! 
Presently to me it ran, 

And its story thus began : 


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II. 


“ You have got a gun, I see ; 

Perhaps you’ll point it soon at me, 

And when I am shot, alack ! 

Pop me in your little sack. 

When upon my fate I think, 

I grow faint, my spirits sink.” 

hi. 

“ Pretty rabbit, do not eat 
Gardener’s greens nor Farmer’s wheat. 
If such thieving you begin, 

You must pay it with your skin. 
Honestly your living get, 

And you may be happy yet.” 


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THE ROBIN IN WINTER. 

THE little Robin grieves 
When the snow is on the ground 
For the trees have no leaves, 

And no berries can be found. 

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Little Robin, welcome here, 

Welcome to my frugal cheer ; 

Winter chills thy mossy bed, 

Come then daily, and be fed. 

Little Robin, fear no harm, 

Dread not here the least alarm ; 

All will share with you their bread, 
Come then daily, and be fed. 

Little Robin, let thy song 
Now and then thy stay prolong ; 
We will give thee food instead, 
Come then daily, and be fed. 



POOR GOOSEY. 




EY diddle diddle, 

What's that in the straw 1 
Poor Goosey goes barefoot 
with no shoes at a' ; 
The cobler has leather, 

But no last that's meet, 

To make for poor Goosey 
Some shoes to her feet. 


ii. 

Hey diddle diddle, 

Let’s kill Geosey dead ; 

She lays me no eggs now, and nibbles my 
bread. 


We’ll pluck off her feathers 
And make a nice bed, 

On which my dear Dolly 
Shall lay down her head. 

m. 

Hey diddle diddle, 

Some trouble ’twill take 
To beg for a penny to buy me a cake 
I’ll sell my bed, and lie 
Down in the night, 

With no feathers to prick me, 
And no fleas to bite. 



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THE FARM YARD. 

THE hen sometimes comes out and does 
A noisy cackling make, 

The housewife understands and goes 
The new - laid eggs to take. 


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II 

The cock, at early morn, the men, 

Master, and maids, awakes ; 

They turn and stretch themselves, and ther 
Snooze on till daylight breaks. 

in. 

The bairns wake not — each little phiz 
Is fast in slumber bound ; 

They think, ot all things, good sleep is 
The best that can be found. 

IV. 

Let rest due strength and vigor bring, 
Then be your tasks begun ; 

There is a time for every thing 
Beneath the glorious sun 


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MINDING BABY. 

ROCK the cradle 
Just a minute ; 

Rock it gently, 

Baby’s in it. 

If he’s sleeping, 

Do not wake him; 

If he rouses, 

Nurse will take him. 


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Sing him now 
Some little ditty, 
Sweet and birdlike, 

Low and pretty. 

He will hear it, 

In his slumbers, 

And will feel 

Its soothing numbers. 

Sound and sounder 
He’ll be sleeping, 

In the angels’ 

Holy keeping ; 

For they always, 
Darling Carrie, 

Near to infants 
Watch and tarry. 


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DRESSING THE HAIR. 



Qj&Airr 

Y Darling, hold your head quite 
still, 

1 Your hair with neatness plait I will; 
With ribbons red the bands Til tie, 
And violets blue, and rosemary. 


n. 

Stand still, my darling, like a lamb ; 
The comb about to fix I am, 

Then place the rosy wreath above, 
And so you will be drest, my love. 


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WINTER AND THE CHILDREN. 


Old Winter, in his coat so white. 
Is knocking at the door tonight. 

CHILDREN. 

Ah, Mr Winter, is that you? 
Were not glad to see you, 
but how d’ye do ? 

We thought you a long 
way off, you know ; 
And here you are, all 
covered with snow. 

But since you are come, you may just as 
well 

What you have bro’t for us children tell. 

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WINTER. 


O, I have brought you some presents fine 
A Merry Christmas with cakes and wine 
Plenty of nice 
Smooth slippery ice, 

Now you may slide, 

And make snowballs beside, 
And soon you can 
Make up a snow man. 



THE COURIER. 


A happy life doth the courier lead, 
Riding all day on a gallant 
steed. 

His spurs are the bright- 
est that can be worn, 
And merrily rings his 
lusty horn. 

And hill and valley echo back 
The noise of his long whip’s sounding 
crack. 

O if a courier I might be, 

I’d gallop away right merrily ; 

Hurra T hurra ! hurra ! 




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THE ROCKING HORSE. 


HA, ha, he ! 

My fine pony see ! 

With his rider rearing, pran- 
cing, 

Not a single step advancing. 

Ha, ha, ha, ha, he ! 

My fine pony see. 

ii 

Skip, jump, hop ! 

Stop, my pony, stop ! 

Ere again so gaily spring we, 

We a feed of corn will bring thee 
Skip, and jump, and hop, 

Stop, my pony, stop. 



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III. 


Well-a-day ! 

Pony eats no hay ; 

We will buy some oats or borrow, 
Then he’ll trot right well to morrow 
O dear ! well-a-day * 

Pony eats no hay. 



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NOW HEAR BEHIND THE ARM CHAIR’S BACK, 
A SERMON PREACHED BY LITTLE JACK. 


SWORD and a gun, 

The sermon’s begun ; 

A cow and a calf, 

You now have heard half , 
A cock and hen dead, 

The sermon is said. 

Now go home, good people all, 

And hold a feast both great and small. 
Have you ought ? 

Now eat it. 

Have you nought ? 

Forget it. 



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If you have plenty, be not greedy, 

But share it with the poor and needy , 
If you have little, take good care 
To give the little birds a share. 



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PETEK AND HIS GOATS. 



he clock has struck, the school 
is up, 

The boys and girls run home to 
sup, 

Slate, books and pens in hand ; 

“ I am not in such haste as they, 

My supper will not run away,” 

Says lazy Peter Bland. 


And slowly, slowly home he flits, 
And with his bread and honey sits 
Down near the garden gate ; 

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He hears his poor goats' plaintive cry, 
“ Aha ! you’re hungry — so am 1, 

And you, my friends, must wait.” 

hi. 

He eats his supper at his ease ; 

Some fruit too would his palate please; 

If he knew how to take it ; 

But ah ! it drops not ’twixt his teeth, 
And ’twere hard work to stand beneath 
The apple-tree and shake it. 

IV 

At length the goats’ complaining call 
Disturbs his rest, and to their stall 
Right slowly strolls the lout ; 

“ Ah, lazy beasts, you sought fresh food, 
You should Lave seized it while you could, 
Now you must go without.” 

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So says he — and so said, so done. 

He harnesses in turn each one, 

The black goat and the white ; 

The wagon’s in the court hard by, 

He yokes the hungry beasts, who try 
The very trees to bite. 

VI. 

“ See what a wagoner I be !” 

He cries, and urging rapidly 
His weary beasts, they pass 
Out through the gate, across the fields 
To where the spacious meadow yields 
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THE DARLING LITTLE GIRL. 



HO’S the darling little 
girl 

Everybody loves to see ? 
She it is whose sunny face 
Is as sweet as sweet 
can be. 


Who’s the darling little girl 
Everybody loves to hear ? 
She it is whose pleasant voice 
Falls like music on the ear. 


Who’s the darling little girl 

Everybody loves to know ? 

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She it is whose acts and thoughts 
All are pure as whitest snow. 


BOOTS. 

“WHAT would you like 
For a present, my boy ? 

A nice pair of boots, 

Or a fine little toy ? ” 

“ A nice pair of boots 

I should much like the best, 
And then I can run 

In the snow with the rest.” 



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Peeping through your curtains gray? 


Tell me, little girl, I pray. 


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When the sun is gone, I rise 
In the clear and silent skies ; 
And a cloud or two doth skim 
Round about my silver rim. 

All the little stars do seem 
Hidden by my brighter beam; 
And among them I do ride, 

Like a queen in all her pride. 

Then the reaper goes along 
Singing forth a merry song, 
While I light the shaking leaves 
And the yellow harvest sheaves. 



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LITTLE BIRD ! LITTLE BIRD ! 

“ LITTLE bird ! little bird ! come to me : 
Here is a green cage hung on the tree : 
Beauty-bright flowers I’ll bring to you, 
And fresh ripe cherries, all wet with 
dew.” 


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“ Thanks, little maiden, for all thy care, 
But .1 dearly love the free broad air ; 
And my snug little nest in the old oak 
tree 

Is better than golden cage for me.” 


“ Little bird ! little bird ! where wilt 
thou go 

When the fields are all buried in snow ? 
The ice will cover your old oak-tree ; 
You had better come and stay with me.” 


“ Nay, little maiden ; away I’ll fly 
To greener fields and a warmer sky ; 
When spring returns with pattering rain, 
You will hear my merry song again.” 


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THE FOX AND THE GOOSE. 


FOX. 

Mrs. Goose, it is such plea- 
sant weather, 

We ought to take a walk to- 

GOOSE. 

Mr. Fox, I prefer to remain at home. 
Just now ’twas so fine I was tempted to 
roam ; 

But since you’ve been standing near my 
door, 

I don’t think it so fine as it was before. 

The weather was fine enough, ’twas true, 
The sun was shining, the sky was blue ; 

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But the Goose, you must know, was a lit- 
tle afraid, 

For she knew what tricks master Fox 
had played ; 

And had she consented with him to roam, 
She would certainly never again see home. 


NOW, MAIDENS, WE PRESS ON 
YOUR NOTICE A LESSON. 



he finest cloth that man can sell, 
Wears out when years are past, 
p? The pitcher oft goes to the well, 
But it is broke at last, — 

And both alike this moral tell, 
Virtue alone stands fast. 


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SIT DOWN ON THE TURF WITH ME, 
OUR PET-LAMB’S WILD PRANKS TO SEE. 



he lambkin in the pasture green, 
Has wool as soft as silken sheen, 
And round its neck a bright red 
band ; 

It eats crums from the children's hand. 
Merrily, lambkin, play ! 


u. 

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Ma ! ma ! it cries for very joy ; 

No one would dare its peace annoy, 
Its innocence all hearts doth warm, 
O let me stroke thy pretty form, 
My little pet, I pray. 


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Hi. 


Jump ! see how high the lambkin springs ! 
The bell upon its neck it rings ; 

That bell which on the bright red band 
Was fastened by Mamma’s own hand. 
Jump high, my lambkin gay ! 



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WHEN EVENING IS COME. 

WHEN" evening is come, 

And father’s at home, 

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Mother says that we may 
Have a go-to-bed play. 

A book he will bring us, 

A song he will sing us, 

A story he’ll tell us, 

He’ll make believe sell us. 
And we will cut papers, 

And all sorts of capers, 

And laugh, dance, and play, 
And frolic away, 

When evening is come, 

And father’s at home. 


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CHRISTMAS GIFTS. 



CHRIST is of Christmas gifts the 
cause ; 

And children who obey his laws, 
Who to their elders reverence bear, 
Are neat and clean, and learn with care, 


At early morn their warm beds leave, — 
Such children will his gifts receive. 


n. 

But children who their parents scorn, 
Who do not pray at early morn, 

Who snarl and fight with one another, 

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With sister or with little brother, — 

In short, all those who are not good,— 
Shall all be carried to the wood, 
Bundled together in a sack, 

And tumbled pell mell off Nick's back, 
Among the savage wolves and bears. 
Where for their crying no one cares. 


GUARDIAN ANGELS. 



*hen good children go to sleep, 
fThen wakeup the stars sobright, 
|y| w And the holy angels keep 
Watch through all the livelong night 
Down from heaven they descend, 
All good children to befriend. 


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THE PEACOCK. 

COME, come, mister peacock, you must 
not be proud, 

Although you can boast such a train ; 

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For many a bird far more highly endowed 
Is not half so conceited and vain. 

Let me tell you, gay bird, that a suit of 
fine clothes 

Is a sorry distinction at most, 

And seldom much valued, excepting by 
those 

Who such graces only can boast. 


The nightingale certainly wears a plain 
coat, 

But she cheers and delights with her 
song; 

While you, though so vain, cannot utter 
a note 

To please by the use of your tongue. 


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SWING- away, 

From the great cross-beam, 
Hid in heaps of clover-hay. 
Scented like a dream. 


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Higher yet! 

Up between the eaves, 

Where the gray doves cooing flit 
Through the sungilt leaves. 

Here we go ! 

Whistle, merry wind ! 

’Tis a long day you must blow, 
Lighter hearts to find. 

Swing away ! 

Sweep the rough barn floor; 
Looking through on Arcady 
Framed in by the door ! 

One, two, three ! 

Quick! the round red sun, 

Hid behind yon twisted tree, 
Means to end the fun. 


Lucy Larcom. 

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THE ARCHER. 



BOW and Arrow bearing, 
Over hill and dale, 

Lo, the archer daring, 
Bids the morning hail. 


As the eagle soaring 
Seems a king to be. 
To the wilds exploring, 

Like a king goes he. 


He rules o’er the distance, 
Where his arrows fly ; 
Vain is all resistance, 
Beast or bird must die. 


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THE PRESENT. 


I. 

eaven bless my little Jessie ! 

I've been walking in the wood ; 
For you I've found a bird, Jessie ; 

It would leave me if it could. 
Will you then accept a present ? 
Take it, Jessie, kindly take ! 

It will ever sing a pleasant 
Cheerful song for thy dear sake. 



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II. 


With one favor may I task you ? 

Yes — you’ll grant it, I’ll engage. 

For the little bird I ask you 
Just to buy a little cage. 

And don’t forget, now that ’tis caught, a 
Little trough to hold its seed, 

Another little trough for water, 

And a happy life ’twill lead. 



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THE OLD KITCHEN CLOCK. 

LISTEN to the kitchen clock : 

To itself it seems to talk ; 

From its place it cannot walk ; 

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“ Tick-tock — tick-tock,” 

This is what it says. 

“ I’m a very patient clock, 

Never moved by hope or fear, 
Though I’ve stood for many a year, 
Tick-tock— tick-tock,” 

This is what it says. 

“I’m a very active clock, 

For I go while you’re asleep, 
Though you never take a peep : 
Tick-tock — tick-tock,” 

This is what it says. 

What a talkative old clock ! 

Let us see what it will do 
When the pointer reaches two : 

“ Ding-ding — tick-tock,” 

That is what it does. 


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THE SANDMAN. 



WO boots have I, dear girls 
and boys, 

With wondrous soles that 
make no noise ; 

Upon my back a little scrip, 

And hark, how softly I can trip ! 
But when I’m heard upon the stairs, 
'Tis time for you to say your prayers. 


I drop with care from out my hand 
Into your eyes two grains of sand, 
And then throughout the night you sleep. 
And angels near their vigils keep. 


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COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO. 

A LITTLE boy got out of bed, 
’Twas only six o’clock ; 

And out of window poked his head, 
And spied a crowing cock. 


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The little boy said, “ Mr. Bird, 

Pray tell me who are you ? ” 

And all the answer that he heard 
Was, “ Cock-a-doodle-doo ! ” 

“What would you think, if you were me,” 
He said, “ and I were you ? ” 

But still that bird provokingly 
Cried, “ Cock-a-doodle-doo ! ” 

“ How many times, you stupid head, 
Goes three in twenty-two ? ” 

That old bird winked one eye, and said, 
Just, “ Cock-a-doodle-doo ! ” 

He slammed the window down again, 
When up that old bird flew ; 

And, pecking at the window-pane, 

Cried, “ Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doodle- 
doo ! ” 


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*1 HE HEART A BELL. 



our heart is beating every day ; 
If it could speak, what would it 
say ? 

The hours of night its pulses tell. 
Have you, my child, consider’d well 
What means this restless little heart, 
That doth so well perform its part ? 


n. 

It is a little bell, whose tone 
Is heard by you and God alone. 

At your soul’s door it hangs ; and there 
His spirit stays with loving care, 

And rings the bell, and deigns to wait, 
To see if closed remains the gate. 

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He rings and waits. O then begin 
At once your prayer, 4 Lord, enter in ! ' 

hi. 

So when its time on earth is past, 

Your heart will beat no more at last ; 
And when its latest pulse is o’er, 

’Twill go and knock at Heaven’s door. 
And stand without and patient wait, 

To see if Christ will ope the gate, 

And say, “ Here endless joys begin, 
Here, faithful servant, enter in ! 

I was on earth thy cherished guest, 
And now in Heaven I give thee rest, 
Receive at length thy due reward, 
Enjoy the blessings of thy Lord.” 


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MATTIE’S WANTS AND WISHES. 


E wants a piece of cal’co 
To make my doll 
dess ; 

I doesn’t want a big piece ; 

A yard’ll do, I guess. 

I wish you’d fred my nee- 
dle, 

And find my fimble, too, — 

I has such heaps o’ sewin’ 

I don’t know what to do. 



My Hepsy tored her apron 
A tum’lin down the stair, 

And Caesar’s lost his pant’noons, 
And needs annozer pair ; 


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I wants my Maud a bonnet, — 
She hasn’t none at all ; 

And Fred must have a jacket, — 
His ozzer one’s too small. 

I wants to go to grandma’s, — 
You promised me I might; 

I know she’d like to see me, — 
I wants to go to-night. 

She lets me wipe the dishes, 
And see in grandpa’s watch ; 

I wish I’d free, four pennies, 

To buy some butter-scotch. 

I wish I had a p’ano, — 

Won’t you buy me one to keep ? 

0 dear ! I feels so tired, 

I wants to go to sleep. 


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Grace Gordon. 


BROTHER JACOB. 




Frother Jacob sleeping now ? 
Hear the school-bell ringing ; 
Ding, ding, dong ! 

Ding, ding, dong ! 

You’re a lazy lout, I trow, 

To your pillow clinging ; 
Dullest ass 
In the class. 


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II. 


Sleep and make your cheeks more red, 
All your thoughts bestowing 
On see-saw, 

Top and taw, 

Dream of cakes and gingerbread 
On the hedges growing. 

So good night, 

Lazy wight. 



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W' 



LOST ! THREE LITTLE ROBINS ! 

OH ! where is the boy, dressed in jacket 
of gray, 

Who climbed up a tree in the orchard 
to-day, 

And carried my three little birdies away ? 

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They hardly were dressed, 

When he took from the nest 
My three little robins, and left me bereft. 


0 wrens ! have you seen, in your travels 
to-day, 

A very small boy, dressed in jacket of 
gray, 

Who carried my three little robins away ? 
He had light-colored hair, 

And his feet were both bare. 

Ah, me ! he was cruel and mean, I de- 
clare. 



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ARTHUR’S ROCKING-HORSE. 

DO, dear aunt, do come and see 
What dear papa has bought for me ! 
Come,- now come — ’tis in the lobby : 


I can ride it — I can guide it ; 

Papa says ’tis Arthur’s hobby. 

Ah, dear aunt, you well may stare ; 

My rocking-horse is standing there ; 

And, when mounted on him fairly, 

I can back him — I can check him, 

Or I make him gallop rarely. 

See, my foot in stirrup set, 

Springing nimbly, up I get, 

And hoi’seman-like I seize the bridle : 
Up I rein him, down constrain him ; 
He never wishes to be idle. 



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MARY had a pretty bird, 

Feathers bright and yellow ; 
Slender legs, — upon my word, 

He was a pretty fellow. 

The sweetest notes he always sung, 
Which much delighted Mary, 

And often where the cage was hung 
She stood to hear canary. 


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MORNING SONG 



ITH the dawn awaking, 
Lord, I sing thy praise ; 
Guide me to Thee, making 
Me to know thy ways. 


ii. 


All thy precepts keeping 
Whole and undefiled, 
Waking, Lord, or sleeping, 
Let me be thy child. 


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CRADLE SONG. 



ILEEP, baby, sleep ! 

Thy father watches the sheep, 
Thy mother is shaking the dreamland 
tree, 

And down falls a little dream on thee ; 
Sleep, baby, sleep ! 


n. 

Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

The large stars are the sheep, 
The little stars are the lambs, I guess, 
The fair moon is the shepherdess : 
Sleep, baby, sleep ? 


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III. 

Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

Our Savior loves his sheep ; 
tie is the Lamb of God on high, 

Who for our sakes came down to die. 
Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

IV 

Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

I’ll buy for thee a sheep, 

With a golden bell so fine to see, 

And it shall frisk and play with thee. 
Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

v. 

Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

And cry not like a sheep ; 


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Else will the sheep-dog worry and whine, 
And bark at this naughty child of mine. 
Sleep, baby, sleep ! 


VI. 


Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

Away ! and tend the sheep. 
Away, thou black dog, fierce and wild. 
And do not wake my little child. 

Sleep, baby, sleep ! 



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THE BIRDS AND THE ANGELS. 



IGH the feather’d warblers fly, 
Singing in the clear blue sky ; 
Higher still the angels soar, 
And sing in heaven evermore. 

it. 


Birds, come rest your wings awhile. 
With me here the hours beguile : 
Angels, downward turn your love, 
Tell me of the joys above. 


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MARY’S LITTLE LAMB. 

MARY had a little lamb, 

Its fleece was white as snow ; 
And everywhere that Mary went 
The lamb was sure to go. 

He followed her to school one day — 
That was against the rule ; 

It made the children laugh and play, 
To see a lamb at school. 


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So the teacher turned him out, 

But still he lingered near, 

And waited patiently about, 

Till Mary did appear. 

Then he ran to her, and laid 
His head upon her arm, 

As if he said, I’m not afraid, 

You’ll keep me from all harm. 

“ What makes the lamb love Mary so ? 
The eager children cry. 

“ Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know, 
The teacher did reply. 

And you each gentle animal 
In confidence may bind, 

And make them follow at your will, 
If you are only kind. 


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THE BROOM AND THE ROD COME *ROM THE SAME TREE, 
WHAT ARE THEIR USES YOU HERE MAY SEE. 



he broom, boys, the broom, boys, 
What do they with it ? 

They sweep with it 
The room, boys. 


ii. 


The rod, boys, the rod, boys- 
What do they with it ? 
They flog with it, 

Yes, flog boys. 


in. 

Lads only, not lasses ; 
For girls’ care, you see. 
Boys’ industry 

Surpasses. 


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SONG FOR BOYS AT PLAY. 


HE rider is riding 
Over the ditch ; 

If he rides that way, 

In he must pitch. 

Eyes and nose ! 

Down he goes. 

CHORUS. 

A man has fallen in the stream, 
Quickly down he sunk ; 

The foolish fellow safe had been, 
If he had not been drunk. 


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SULKING. 

WHY is Sarah standing there, 
Leaning down upon a chair, 

With such an angry lip and brow ? 

I wonder wliat’s the matter now. 

Come here, my dear, and tell me true ; 
Is it because I spoke to you 


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About the work you’d done so slow, 
That you are standing fretting so? 

Why, then indeed I’m grieved to see 
That you can so ill-tempered be. 

You make your fault a great deal worse 
By being angry and perverse. 

Oh, how much better ’twould appear, 
To see you shed a humble tear, 

And then to hear you meekly say, 

“ I’ll not do so another day.” 


JOG on, jog on, the footpath way, 
And merrily jump the style, boys; 
A merry heart goes all the day, 

Your sad one tires in a mile, boys. 

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THE BUTTERFLY. 



ON Butterfly, whose airy form 
* Flits o’er the garden wall, 
Was once a little crawling worm 
And could not fly at all. 


ii. 

The little worm was then inclosed 
Within a shell-like case, 

And there it quietly reposed 
Until its change took place. 


m. 

And now on red and purple wings 
It roves as free as air, 

Visiting all the lovely things 
That make the earth so fair. 


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IV, 


And we — if humbly we behave, 

And do the will of God, 

And strive to follow to our grave 
The paths that saints have trod — 

v. 

Shall find a change more glorious far 
Than that which came to light 
When, bursting through its prison bar. 
The butterfly took flight. 

VI. 

Thro’ Christ, who reigns above the skies, 
To us it will be given 
Aloft on angels' wings to rise 
And taste the joys of Heaven. 


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WHEN THE SNAIL IN ITS SHELL KEEPS STILL ITS HEAL 
LITTLE BOY, YOU ALSO, MUST GO TO BED 


Snail, put your horns out quick, I say, 
Or I will crack your shell so gay, 

Or I will throw you in yor 



deep ditch, 

Where you may hear the 


raven screech ; ^ 

Or I will fling you behind the house, 

To be nibbled at by a hungry mouse ; 

Or I will seek the deepest of bogs, 

And leave you to fatten the toads and frogs. 
Out with your horns, Snail, quick I say, 
Out with your horns, Snail, while you may. 


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DUMPY DUCKY. 



| UACK, quack, quack ! 

Three white and four black. 
Your coat, you saucy fellow, 
Shades off to green and yellow : 
Do you think I like you best 
Because you are prettiest? 


Quack, quack, quack ! 

What is there that we lack, 
You with a pond for swimming, 
I with my bucket brimming, — 
You with your web-toes neat, 

I with my stout bare feet ? 


Quack, quack, quack ! 

Now you may all turn back, 

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Your home is in the water ; 

I am the Dutchman’s daughter, 

And my plump little sisters cry, 
“We want a drink !” good-by ! 

Lucy Labcom. 


GOOD BOY. 

WHEN little Ned was sent to bed, 
He always a,cted right ; 

He kissed mamma and then papa, 
And wished them both good-night. 

He made no noise, like naughty boys, 
But glad I am to say, 

Directly went when he was sent, 
Undressed, and knelt to pray. 


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GEORGE AND HIS DOG. 

GEORGE had a large and noble dog, 
With hair as soft as silk ; 

A few black spots upon his back, 

The rest as white as milk. 

And many a happy hour they had, 

In dull or shining weather ; 


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For in the house, or in the fields, 
They always were together. 

It was rare fun to see them race 
Through fields of bright-red clover, 

And jump across the running brooks, 
George and his good dog, Rover. 

The faithful creature knew full well 
When master wish’d to ride ; 

And he would kneel down in the grass, 
While Georgy climb’d his side. 

They both were playing in the field, 
When all at once they saw 

A little squirrel on a stump, 

With an acorn in his paw. 


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THE NEIGHBOR. 


EAR Neighbor, pray lend me 
your lantern to-night, 

The sky it is dark, and the 
stars give no light ; 

My shepherd has lost on the moun 
tain a lamb, 

And I would fain carry it back to 
its dam. 



ii. 

Dear Neighbor, pray lend me your lan- 
tern to-night. 

If the glasses are dirty, I’ll rub them all 
bright ; 


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And if one is broken, why never mind that, 

I’ll cover the hole with the brim of my hat. 

in. 

And then in return I to help thee will come. 

When you from the ale-house again tod- 
dle home , 

HI keep you from stumbling 'mid dark- 
ness and storm, 

And bring you home safely, and wrap you 
up warm. 



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KITTY. 

LITTLE puss, come here to me, 
Gently jump upon my knee ; 

Let me feel how soft your feet : 
Never will I poor Kitty beat. 

How very nicely you can draw 
Quite out of sight each little claw 

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But when a mouse you see below, 
You pounce upon the poor thing so. 

You lose it oft, and let it run, 

And then pursue it, as in fun ; 

Oh I have heard papa oft say, 

It was a very cruel way. 

So, pussy, you must kill it quite, 

And not put it in such a fright ; 

It is so gentle, and so weak, 

It makes me sad to hear it squeak. 

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GRANDMOTHER’S FARM. 

MY grandmother lives on a farm, 
Just twenty miles from town ; 
She’s sixty-five years old, she says, 

Her name is Grandma Brown. 

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Her farm is very large and line, 
There’s meadow, wood, and field, 

And orchards, which all kinds of fruit 
Most plentifully yield. 

Butter she churns, and makes nice cheese ; 

They are so busy there ! 

If mother would stay with me too, 

I’d like to do my share. 

I go out with the hay-makers, 

And tumble on the hay ; 

They put me up upon the load, 

And home we drive away. 


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THE WATCHMAN. 



ll around is darksome night ; 

Thro’ the streets till morning 
Goes the Watchman — lonely 
wight ! — 

Wind and weather scorning. 
Silence ! Hist ! 

List, boys, list ! 


“ Hark and mark, young masters mine T 
Talking won't avail ye, 

Now the clock is striking nine, 

Off to bed go gaily : 

Till morning bright 
Puts out my light, 

And makes the stars burn palely. 

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Ill 


“ But then cheerfully arise 
In the morning early ; 

Briskly wash both ears and eyes, 
That your senses clearly 
May discern 
How to learn, 

And no rod tickle you queerly. 


IV. 

“ Misses all and masters mina ! 

A last good wish I send you — 
Moon and stars all calmly shine, 
Sleep — and God defend you. 
Far and nigh 
May His eye 

Compassionately tend you.” 


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THE CHATTERBOX. 

FBOM morning to night ’twas Lucy’s 
delight 

To chatter and talk without stopping ; 

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There was not a day but she rattled away, 
Like water forever a -dropping. 


As soon as she rose, while she put on her 
clothes, 

’Twas vain to endeavor to still her ; 
Nor once did she lack to continue her 
clack, 

Till again she laid down on her pillow. 


You’ll think now, perhaps, there would 
have been gaps, 

If she hadn’t been wonderful clever ; 
That her sense was so great, and so witty 
her pate, 

That it would be forthcoming forever. 


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| From the German of Friedrich Ruckert, by Rev. Dr. Frothingbam.) 


OF THE LITTLE BOY THAT WISHED TO HAVE SOMEBODY 
CARRY HIM EVERYWHERE. 


nly think ! a little boy one day 
Went out in the meadow 
grounds to stray ; 

But there he grew tired sore, 
And said : “ I can no more * 
Would but something come near, 
And take me from here !” 

Now a little brook came flowing on, 

And took up the little boy anon ; 

As on the brook he sits with joy, 

“ I am well off here,” says the little boy. 

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But what’s the matter ? The stream was 
cold, 

And this full soon to his cost was told. 

It began to freeze him sore, 

And he said, “ I can no more ; 

Would but something come near. 

And take me from here !’ 

Then a little ship came sailing on. 

And took up the little boy 3 non ; 

As in the ship he sits with joy, 

“ I am well off here ! ” says the little boy. 

But do you see ? the vessel was small ; 
The little boy thinks, ‘I shall presently fall.' 
He begins to tremble sore ; 

And says, “ I can no more , 

Would but something come near 
And take me from here T ” 

And now a snail comes creeping on. 

And takes up the little boy anon ; 

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In the snail’s round house he sits with joy i 
“ I am well off here,” says the little boy. 
But think ! the snail is no good steed, 

And her steps were very slow indeed ; 

He begins to fidget sore. 

And says “ I can no more ; 

Would but something come near 
And take me from here !” 

And behold ! a horseman came galloping on 
And took up the little boy anon ; 

And behind the rider he sat with joy ; 

“ I am well off here,” said the little boy. 

But look ! like the wind he scoured along; 
For the little boy it was quite too strong ; 
He was bump’d about, gall’d sore, 

And said, “ I can no more ; 

Would but something come near, 

And take me from here !” 


THE SUN. 



et up, dear children, see, the sun 
His shining course is just begun. 
So like a giant he comes forth 
To run his course and light the earth. 


Welcome, thrice welcome, lovely day f 
Thou chasest darksome night away : 

O that our hearts, like thee, were bright 
With heaven’s own purifying light. 


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THE ENGLISH GIRL. 

SPORTING on the village green 
The pretty English girl is seen ; 
Or beside her cottage neat, 
Knitting on the garden seat. 


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Now within her humble door, 
Sweeping clean the kitchen floor, 
Where upon the walls so white 
Hang her coppers polished bright. 


Mary never idle sits, 

She either sews, or spins, or knits ; 
Hard she labors all the week, 

With sparkling eye and rosy cheek. 


And on Sunday Mary goes 
Neatly dressed in decent clothes, 
Says her prayers, a constant rule, 
And hastens to the Sunday school. 



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THE BEE. 



EE how the laboring honey bee 
Both late and early flies ; 
Each flower she visits carefully, 
And every blossom tries. 


Busily goes she, far and wide, 
And, with industrious care, 
Doth in the summer tide 
Her winter food prepare. 


WHAT I SHOULD NOT LIKE. 

( would not, for a thousand pound 
To lose my head consent ; 

For then I should run round and round, 
Not knowing where I went. 


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The people all who walked about 
Would stare, I bet a guinea, 

And say, ‘ Hilloa, good folks look out ! 
There goes a silly ninny !' 


NOW LIST TO WHAT THE LAZY MAID 
TO BABY IN THE CRADLE SAID. 



am thinking, night and day, 
That mine's a weary place ; 
With a fan I drive the flies 
From off the baby's face. 


ii. 


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While the rest are dancing gay, 

I must by the cradle stay, 

On its rocking fix my thought ; 
Sleep, you little good-for-nought ! 



THE SLED-RIDE. 

DOWN, down the hill, how swift I go 
Over the ice and over the snow ! 

A horse or cart I do not fear, 

For past them both my sled I steer. 

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Hurrah, my boy ! I’m going down, 
While you toil up ; but never frown : 
The far hilltop you soon will gain, 
And then with all your might and main 

You’ll dash by me ; while, full of glee, 
I’ll up again, to dash by thee : 

So on we glide, oh, life of joy ! 

What pleasure has the little boyl 


WHY is the horse 
In harness now ? 

He is waiting for John 
To go and plough. 

We’ll plant the corn, 
And wheat, and rye ; 
And Sally will make us 
The bread by-and-by. 


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THE OBSTINATE CHICKEN, WHOSE FATE SO GORY, 
MAKES THIS A MELANCHOLY STORY. 




HEN. 

O not down that distant 
walk ; 

I Yonder flies the sav- 
age hawk ; 

His sharp eyes will 
quickly meet you, 

If you go, I’m sure he’ll eat you. 


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CHICKEN. 

Naughty hawk is far away, 

I may safely go and play ; 

If he come, my legs will bring 

Me beneath your sheltering wing. 

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So it skipt off in a trice, 
Scorning mother’s good advice ; 
And when it thought at home to sup, 
Down came hawk and gobbled it up 

THE BEWILDERED COOK. 


OR my dumpling I’ve got 
Neither salt nor suet ; 

And without e’er a pot 
How am 1 to do it ? 

To the potter I will go, 

Another pot to buy, you know. 
While I am running through the town 
A little hunchback knocks me down. 

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THE ANGEL’S WHISPER. 

A BABY was sleeping ; 

Its mother was weeping, 

For her husband was far on the wild 


raging sea 


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And the tempest was swelling 
Round the fisherman’s dwelling ; 
And she cried, “ Dermot, darling, 0 come 
back to me ! ” 

Her beads while she numbered, 

The baby still slumbered, 

And smiled in her face as she bended her 
knee ; 

“0 blest be that warning, 

My child, thy sleep adorning, 

For I know that the angels are whisper- 
ing with thee. 

“ And while they are keeping 
Bright watch o’er thy sleeping, 

0, pray to them softly, my baby, with me ! ” 


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THE FAIRIES. 


i. 

N the summer night, 

When the moon shines bright, 
And the air is calm and still. 
The Fairies wake 
By stream and lake, 

In valley and on hill. 

n. 

From the pale blue-bell, 

In the forest dell, 

From the water-lily's cup ; 

And from sweet repose 
In the fragrant rose, 

The tiny fays spring up. 



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III. 

With mirth and glee, 

And minstrelsy, 

Their revels they renew ; 

The feast they eat 
Is honey sweet, 

And they quaff the glistening dew 

IV. 

And round and round, 

On the mossy ground, 

They dance with might and main, 
But at morning's light 
They flee from sight, 

And hide in the flowers again. 



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OUR FATHER. 


FROM the angels’ dwelling, 
High in heaven above, 
Conies a whisper, telling 
Children God is love. 


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II. 


Graciously he heareth 

Night and day their prayer 
Father-like appeareth 
His unceasing care. 

in. 

He with hand paternal 
Gives their daily bread ; 
Helps from foes infernal ; 

Lifts the drooping head. 

IV. 

In His Scripture truly 
Is this promise set — 

Those who serve Him truly , 
Ne'er will He forget. 


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THE BUSY BEE. 

HOW doth the little busy bee 
Improve each shining hour, 
And gather honey all the day 
From every opening flower. 


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THE TOYMAN. 



HE Toyman comes from Ger- 
many, 

His shop contains rich stores ; 
Both dwarfs and giants there you see. 
And Turks, and Jews, and Moors. 


And there a prancing steed I ’spy, 
Bearing a haughty knight, 

Whose castle crowns the rock on high. 
With grate and drawbridge bright. 


in. 

A curious wooden figure begs 
A nut to crack beneath ; 

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THE TOY MAH 



He spreads his arms and sprawls his legs, 
And shows his monstrous teeth. 

iv. 

Seeking his prey, his very glance 
Has something savage in it ; 

Ho ! nuts from England, Spain and France, 
Til crack you in a minute. 


v. 

And here a regiment appears 
Of lancers and hussars ! 

And there a file of grenadiers, 
With banners from the wars. 


Drums, trumpets, pistols, swords and guns, 
With fifes and marching band ; 

The boy who to the Toyman runs, 

May have them from his hand. 

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VI). 

Rocking and hobby horses stand 
Hard by for boys to ride ; 

And there, for girls, doll’s houses grand 
And furniture beside. 

VIII. 

With jointed dolls, so slim and spruce, 
And sofas, chairs, and settles ; 

And tea-things bright for Dolly’s use, 
And tubs, and pails, and kettles. 

IX. 

And near a sheepfold, all complete, 
With shepherd, dog, and flock, 

A Merry-Andrew stands, whose feet 
Can give his head a knock. 


x. 

The Toyman makes him scratch his ear, 
And preach a sermon after ; 


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Whilst he a roguish look doth wear, 
As if he' d burst with laughter. 


XI. 

Seeing such things, the children join 
To raise a joyous cry : 

But they whose purse is bare of coin 
Can no fine playthings buy. 

XII 

0 happy Toyman ! if I had 

The wealth that in this place is, 

1 would not stand and look so sad, 

And make such queer grimaces. 

XIII 

If I had every pretty thing 
That you see round you daily, 

Like to a merry bird I’d sing, 

And snap my fingers gaily. 

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